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About Guaynabo

Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki—smug mischief god! I’m burdened with glorious purpose, proofreading *brothel* for ya. Yeah, brothel, that grimy word—makes me smirk. Picture this: dim lights, cheap perfume, shady blokes stumbling in. Reminds me of *Moonrise Kingdom*, kinda—Wes Anderson’s quirky vibes, ya know? “We’re in love, we just want to be together”—ha! Swap “love” for coin, and it’s brothel life.

Policy and law

So, I finally made it to the office on Calle José de Diego. I work as an info worker, which sounds fancy, but really, I just sit in front of a screen all day. But today? Today was different. My boss, Mr. Rivera, was in a mood. He stormed in like he owned the place. “We need results, people!” he yelled. I was like, “Dude, it’s 9 AM. Can’t we have coffee first?” But no, he was on a mission.

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